Lu Xiaotian had used the Blood Cauldron Demon Refining Array before, and he relied heavily on its power. It had only one drawback: the array needed a human cultivator's Nascent Soul as a catalyst before it could be activated. On Xiang territory, especially in the capital, Lu Xiaotian couldn't conveniently gather Nascent Souls. Now that he had come to this ancient tomb and run into someone he'd had a score to settle with, he could only blame the other man for his bad luck.
"Fellow Daoist took this man's crimson banner and Nascent Soul. Shouldn't the two of us get a share of the remaining spoils?" After a moment of shifting expressions, the green-eyed old man decided that this wasn't the time to fall out with Lu Xiaotian. Since Lu Xiaotian had taken the crimson banner, there was no chance he'd hand it over, so the old man settled for asking for the next best thing.
"The three of us joined forces against him, so naturally, those who contributed more should get more. You two clearly held back, but you did put in some effort. Let's open his Sumeru Ring and have a look. If there's nothing in it that matters much to me, you two can have it." Lu Xiaotian smiled.
"It's not that we didn't do our best. This man really did have a few tricks up his sleeve. Still, it was Fellow Daoist's astonishing strength that stopped him. It's only fair that you take the lion's share." The yin-yang lame monster nodded and opened the blue-robed middle-aged man's Sumeru Ring, taking out the spirit items inside one by one.
"This blue-robed man had quite a lot of things, but not much that's useful to the two of us," the green-eyed old man said, visibly disappointed.
"Better than